Every December

The cold metal shapes slices
through the creamy flesh
of the dough which I try
not to incinerate but fir
to tanned perfection--
a small sample of sweetness
dressed in raw green, sangria
stained red, luminary yellow,
and powdery snow white--
no fancy filigree, ribbons
or wrappings--merely hours
of meticulous toil with the hot
oven & chilled frosting--
my Christmas gift to you.

Maggie Mieske